Well, I hope everyone's weekend was all they hoped it could be because mine sure wasn't. It started off good, but got bad real quick.
Friday was nice, I had a late dinner with the gf and we watched a movie. Saturday is where the weekend took a downturn. I arrived about 90 minutes late to work because the power went out overnight, that's not really a big deal because I'm the only one in on saturdays, but it was just a bad start. I went home and did some homework and worked on a website that I'm designing. At about 5:30 I leave to head over to my friend Kristine's for the preparty. We preparty there until about 10, and then head up to Bourbon St. (it's a huge bar by her house, it's really cool) where we proceed to get hustled out of $5 for parking but get in free because we're wearing costumes. (I was Tom Hanks from Castaway, I even had Wilson. The ladies loves wilson that night) Well, eventually my gf shows up and I talk to her for a while. I left to go to the bar and use the bathroom and when I come back she's talking to this HOT catwoman chick. Catwoman mentions that she's injured. I, being drunk, mention that I have bandaids at my house, but would only trade her one for an article of clothing. My gf tells me to go away. So, I'm out having a good time and I decided that it was time to find the gf again. I get flagged down by some guys that liked wilson so much they wanted to buy me a shot... of course I accept. After I take the shot, my gf comes up and smacks me, then tells me "how dare you offer to trade a bandaid for her clothes! You're such an asshole." and walks away. Needless to say that kinda killed my good time.
Now I'm at the bar drowning my sorrows with my friend when I notice this little vixen a couple of people down. I walk over and say "Hi Traci! How are you?" She immediately recognizes me and asks me how I've been. We talk for a while and she mentions that she's no longer engaged. <raise eyebrow> and asks me how the gf is. I tell her that I'm single. She gives me her number and a cigarette.
Fast forward to later and I'm at the bar getting a drink and the bartender hooked me up for free (yay wilson, you're the man) and I see the gf dancing with some guy. I say "screw it" and finish my drink and leave. Sunday I call her to invite her for dinner. She calls back 2 hours later asking if she can come by to "talk." (oh noes!) Well, after about 2 hours of screaming, she breaks up with me, fucks me, and finally leaves.
After this happens I'm of course distraught so I call hot girl and make a date for Friday night. Win?
As if that wasn't enough, I just got a phonecall from my mom letting me know that my great aunt, Annie, died last night and that the funeral would be Thursday.
Cliffs:
1. friday is fun
2. saturday is okay...
3. gf gets pissed when i try and talk her coworker out of her clothes
4. i proceed to drink my sorrows away
5. score hot girl's phone number
6. gf leaves me
7. make date with hot girl
8. my great aunt dies
9. ...
10. cry or celebrate?
Friday was nice, I had a late dinner with the gf and we watched a movie. Saturday is where the weekend took a downturn. I arrived about 90 minutes late to work because the power went out overnight, that's not really a big deal because I'm the only one in on saturdays, but it was just a bad start. I went home and did some homework and worked on a website that I'm designing. At about 5:30 I leave to head over to my friend Kristine's for the preparty. We preparty there until about 10, and then head up to Bourbon St. (it's a huge bar by her house, it's really cool) where we proceed to get hustled out of $5 for parking but get in free because we're wearing costumes. (I was Tom Hanks from Castaway, I even had Wilson. The ladies loves wilson that night) Well, eventually my gf shows up and I talk to her for a while. I left to go to the bar and use the bathroom and when I come back she's talking to this HOT catwoman chick. Catwoman mentions that she's injured. I, being drunk, mention that I have bandaids at my house, but would only trade her one for an article of clothing. My gf tells me to go away. So, I'm out having a good time and I decided that it was time to find the gf again. I get flagged down by some guys that liked wilson so much they wanted to buy me a shot... of course I accept. After I take the shot, my gf comes up and smacks me, then tells me "how dare you offer to trade a bandaid for her clothes! You're such an asshole." and walks away. Needless to say that kinda killed my good time.
Now I'm at the bar drowning my sorrows with my friend when I notice this little vixen a couple of people down. I walk over and say "Hi Traci! How are you?" She immediately recognizes me and asks me how I've been. We talk for a while and she mentions that she's no longer engaged. <raise eyebrow> and asks me how the gf is. I tell her that I'm single. She gives me her number and a cigarette.
Fast forward to later and I'm at the bar getting a drink and the bartender hooked me up for free (yay wilson, you're the man) and I see the gf dancing with some guy. I say "screw it" and finish my drink and leave. Sunday I call her to invite her for dinner. She calls back 2 hours later asking if she can come by to "talk." (oh noes!) Well, after about 2 hours of screaming, she breaks up with me, fucks me, and finally leaves.
After this happens I'm of course distraught so I call hot girl and make a date for Friday night. Win?
As if that wasn't enough, I just got a phonecall from my mom letting me know that my great aunt, Annie, died last night and that the funeral would be Thursday.
Cliffs:
1. friday is fun
2. saturday is okay...
3. gf gets pissed when i try and talk her coworker out of her clothes
4. i proceed to drink my sorrows away
5. score hot girl's phone number
6. gf leaves me
7. make date with hot girl
8. my great aunt dies
9. ...
10. cry or celebrate?